The green plastic hopper on top of the machine rattled nonstop as copper and silver dropped into five separate bins.

“I need three more plastic buckets over here,” Marge called over the noise of the crowd.

Noah and Lily hauled two gray bus tubs over from the dishwashing station and set them on the floor next to her chair.

“Has Arthur Vance come yet?” Noah asked, looking toward the hallway doors.

“He’s helping his mother carry water jugs full of nickels out of their garage,” Principal Vance said, polishing his glasses on his tie.

Arthur came through the doors holding one handle of a heavy wooden crate, with his mother holding the other.